by

there upon the vast quiet plain

2008/02/20 in poems

there upon the vast quiet plain
by tanner brockwell

there upon the vast quiet plain
blue skies touch verdant green
for the wild string unridden
so their wave is among the wave
no echoes yet no thundering rush
but out there among the knee high grass
a prairie an eden a lonely gaze
for if they run they could run for days
and all that would be left in sign
is bent stalks and swaying green


Creative Commons License

This
work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.

This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 171 Second Street, Suite 300, San Francisco, California, 94105, USA.

Popularity: 1% [?]

Related posts:

  1. the quiet cup
  2. quiet as the drifts
  3. stark beauty in the cold wastes
  4. the box
  5. never fade

Comments Closed

Comments are closed.